"I never expected you to be able to resonate with Nurmengard!" Selina Pendragon said, lifting the flask and taking a sip of whisky. "I thought..."
Gellert Grindelwald cut in, asking, "You thought that since I was imprisoned here, I should hate this place and wouldn't resonate with it... is that it?"
"That was indeed what I thought before." Selina Pendragon set down the flask and looked around. "But you just told me that you feel this place has been keeping you company."
"Yes! Nurmengard truly has been keeping me company." Gellert Grindelwald nodded. "I've been here for so long that I adapted to it long ago."
"Perhaps to you, all your hand can touch is the coldness of stone and brick. But to me, I can sense far more through these walls."
He closed his eyes, turned around, and pressed his palm against the wall. "Rain and snow batter the tower—that is the heartbeat of the world. The wind travels through the corridors—that is the breath of the world."
"Of course! This is only the first step, and I completed it long ago... As for when exactly, I've somewhat forgotten."
"This was the place Albus and I chose together. I would very likely spend the rest of my life here. If I did nothing and simply let time slip away, that would undoubtedly be the greatest extravagance."
Selina Pendragon asked, "And then Wizet... Wizet and Dumbledore inspired you, showing you how to take the second step?"
"That is a very precise way of putting it." Gellert Grindelwald smiled faintly. "For a wizard, a wand is of utmost importance."
"But my circumstances are rather special. Both my original wand and the Elder Wand have left me."
"Yet after losing my wand, I remembered something: wizards themselves possess the ability to cast